Floating, falling, sweet intoxication...
Indeed, Alessandro Safina's rendition of Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Music of the Night" totally, completely and utterly swept me off my feet. Sure, certain parts of it may not be superbly perfect, but his high notes, boy, my heart nearly ceased beating. He's an Italian tenor by the way. Powerful, magnificent voice. I'm ensnared.
Today I went to Esplanade with Marcus. We spent over an hour in the library pouring over scores and scores and more scores. I found Jules Massanet's Meditation from Thais. At long last! Haha, but it's not easy to play ): I kept playing the first 11 bars over and over again. After a one week hiatus, my tone has deteriorated beyond belief. Yuck.
What a musical day. I spent my day blasting music while doing homework, singing along to the lyrics. Humming too, in the case of instrumental songs. Haha. I met Marcus at Tanah Merah at nearly 5pm. And we talked about music all the way, all the different musicians, composers, their style and what-not. Halfway during the train ride to City Hall, Paganini's Caprice No. 24 came on on Symphony 92.4 FM. Yeah, I was listening to the radio on my cellphone cos my mp3 died on me. I never cease to be amazed everytime I listen to that piece of music. Both composer and player are disgustingly awesome. It is such a versatile piece, changing swiftly from bowing to pizzicato, from single notes to chords and what-not. There's even left-hand pizzicato!
On the way home, we talked more about music. I studied the new scores I'd just gotten while Marcus whipped out his manuscript book and began scribbling random pieces of his own compositions on it. Awesome really. I don't think I could ever compose anything on the spot just like that. Haha.
The funny thing about us musicians I realise is that our fingers or hand never seem to stop moving. While walking along CityLink Mall, Marc was moving his right hand very slightly in a bowing manner to some silent piece playing in his head. And my own fingers were moving in accordance to the fingerings of random pieces floating around in my mind.
Ah, music. My life shall be incomplete without it. A void, unable to be filled by anything else. Oh dear, it's nearly 1am. The hour grows late. Or rather, I should say, early. I shall be off to bed now. Good night everyone. Pleasant dreams (:
Indeed, Alessandro Safina's rendition of Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Music of the Night" totally, completely and utterly swept me off my feet. Sure, certain parts of it may not be superbly perfect, but his high notes, boy, my heart nearly ceased beating. He's an Italian tenor by the way. Powerful, magnificent voice. I'm ensnared.
Today I went to Esplanade with Marcus. We spent over an hour in the library pouring over scores and scores and more scores. I found Jules Massanet's Meditation from Thais. At long last! Haha, but it's not easy to play ): I kept playing the first 11 bars over and over again. After a one week hiatus, my tone has deteriorated beyond belief. Yuck.
What a musical day. I spent my day blasting music while doing homework, singing along to the lyrics. Humming too, in the case of instrumental songs. Haha. I met Marcus at Tanah Merah at nearly 5pm. And we talked about music all the way, all the different musicians, composers, their style and what-not. Halfway during the train ride to City Hall, Paganini's Caprice No. 24 came on on Symphony 92.4 FM. Yeah, I was listening to the radio on my cellphone cos my mp3 died on me. I never cease to be amazed everytime I listen to that piece of music. Both composer and player are disgustingly awesome. It is such a versatile piece, changing swiftly from bowing to pizzicato, from single notes to chords and what-not. There's even left-hand pizzicato!
On the way home, we talked more about music. I studied the new scores I'd just gotten while Marcus whipped out his manuscript book and began scribbling random pieces of his own compositions on it. Awesome really. I don't think I could ever compose anything on the spot just like that. Haha.
The funny thing about us musicians I realise is that our fingers or hand never seem to stop moving. While walking along CityLink Mall, Marc was moving his right hand very slightly in a bowing manner to some silent piece playing in his head. And my own fingers were moving in accordance to the fingerings of random pieces floating around in my mind.
Ah, music. My life shall be incomplete without it. A void, unable to be filled by anything else. Oh dear, it's nearly 1am. The hour grows late. Or rather, I should say, early. I shall be off to bed now. Good night everyone. Pleasant dreams (:
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